Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Index,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.